Yamcha and Jeice charged at one another, enveloped in bright, burning auras as they collided again and again. Their combined force of the collision threw the few surviving soldiers back like rag dolls, only the sulking Burter remained absolutely uninterested in the clash that was transpiring over his head as he continued to wallow in sadness of his speed being downplayed, which, apparently, was a sensitive subject to him.
The gadget over Jeice's face lit up, beeping continuously as it proceeded to count up numbers. The two combatants exchanged some blows as Yamcha made sure not to devote too hard in any motion and stay on the defensive. After a collision with their knees that made Yamcha's bodysuit rip open exposing a bruised knee and the two fighters disengaging, Jeice smirked with a cocky expression.
"You're not bad for an Earthling, but if this is all you've got, I don't see why I ever thought I'd need Burter's help. With a measly power level of 34 545, I'd squash you any day of the week. For your information, my power level is at around 64 000. Are you still sure you don't want to switch sides and turn on your Saiyan gang leader?" Jeice asked once more as while he held a confident advantage over his opponent in terms of power, a grunt of such magnitude wasn't something to dismiss and this Earthling was easily low-tier Ginyu Special Squadron material after some additional training.
"You might be stronger than me, but you lack training and skill," Yamcha replied calmly as his image faded out and became blurry as a mirage. The Earthling martial artist whizzed in from behind Jeice and threw an elbow strike right into the side of Jeice's jaw.
Yamcha swiped his hands down, smacking his airborne opponent into a nearby meat-processing apparatus, and pursued his opponent with a diving kick. Jeice blocked the kick with a strained grunt though the momentum pumped him right through the machine resulting in the total obliteration of the machine and the Ginyu Force ace emerging from the rubble humbled by his weaker opponent.
"It's called the Afterimage Technique. It shows that you lack fundamentals if you get tricked by a basic technique like that…" Yamcha waggled his finger and gloat over his knocked down opponent. Jeice appeared baffled because his opponent was not at all taken aback after being informed of the difference in power levels between him and his opponent. It was almost as if Yamcha had known it. It felt as if he had something hidden up his sleeve. Something more than this martial arts thing he looked so proud of. Maybe even something to even up or flip the score in the other direction.
The Earthling warrior placed his hands up to the center of his face with his fingers spread out toward his eyes. Yamcha closed his eyes before exclaiming "Solar Fist!" and before Jeice could capitalize on his enemy, closing his eyes for no reason in the middle of the battle, a bright flash of light erupted from somewhere behind the martial artist.
Using the opening which this flash of light provided him, Yamcha swooped down with a rushing attack right toward his opponent. He opened up his assault with a vertical back-hand smack to Jeice's face before punching Jeice twice and smacking him with an open palm with bent fingers. Seeing his opponent maintaining a stable stance, Yamcha swiftly swept the leg before stepping with another backhanded slam and spun like a whirligig with powerful kicks that brought Jeice back up in the air. A vertical high kick sent his opponent shooting up and Yamcha rushed right after, burning up with a crystal aura around him.
After rising above Jeice, Yamcha swiped downward like a vicious bird of prey, using his palms like a hawk used its talons swooping down while the martial artist relentlessly bashed at his opponent's upper section. Having caught on the tailwind of success, Yamcha whirled again with his talon-like strikes before swiping his hands and ferociously bashed his opponent, sliding through the upper platform with such force that Jeice's slide ripped the platform open like a can.
Just as Yamcha began planning how to exploit this opening he had created for himself, Jeice pushed himself off the ground with a back vault and landed on his feet, taking a fighting position. There was never a question if his opponent wasn't an absolute monster in terms of power, though before he resorted to his last-ditch efforts and his aces, Yamcha wanted to make sure that he evened out that advantage of his opponent's as much as possible using just his natural talent and training in martial arts since King Kai's Fist drained and damaged his own body just as much as the increased power helped him out.
"Are you done with your pathetic tricks yet?" Jeice mocked Yamcha right in his face. "I'm not going to just stand around and let you abuse my mercy here. You're in for a beating now, Earthling."
Yamcha couldn't help but gulp down. The actual fight would only begin here. Jeice moved like a scarlet blur. The sideways swipe of his fist broke Yamcha's instinctive block clean and left the martial artist wide open as the alien warrior had closed the distance between them in a blink. With chops, rolling and diving kicks, Jeice slashed and danced around Yamcha, knocking him about before sliding with a charging punch and knocking Yamcha flying back.
With red light filling the dimly lit factory, Yamcha realized that his opponent was pursuing after him, but Jeice's massive Ki ball that he holstered in his left hand was too large and its creator too fast to dodge the attack by that point. Jeice rushed in with a spherical Ki blast and drove it point-blank into Yamcha, sending him flying with a devastating explosion.
"I'm not done yet, Earthling, you'll pay for getting dust and bacon all over my hair!" Jeice grit his teeth as he struck a down-pointing pose and formed a myriad of rotating Ki blasts around him, directing all of them toward Yamcha with a point of his two fingers as the Ki blasts continued to bombard the dazed Earthling and blast him clean out of the facility with a massive dome of devastation expanding out the north-eastern wing of the plant.
The world around Yamcha was spinning. There was a sense of dryness and dirt in his mouth that only the weak taste of his own blood could wash out. The Earthling rose to his feet, examining his busted up armor and wiping the snot and blood trailing down his nose as he yelled out and burst forth from a thick and luscious forest to find the meat processing plant again and collide with his opponent there. Before he could do that, Jeice blitzed right up in front of him and expelled a powerful, red shock wave of Ki, knocking Yamcha rolling back in mid-air.
"All of that martial arts stuff was kind of interesting, but at the end of the day–fodder will be fodder and trash like you should know its place," Jeice smirked. His scouter had now hung busted and cracked, though it still hung around the alien's eye.
"You're no slouch, but I don't plan on folding just yet either! King Kai's Fist!" Yamcha clenched his fists by his sides, bursting forth with substantial power from deep within him that manifested in a majestic, red aura of sheer power. He was still a novice with the technique, unlike Chiaotzu, Goku and Chi-Chi, so Yamcha took it slow and start from just a basic King Kai's Fist without the need of overdoing it.
Yamcha vanished in a snap and appeared before Jeice, but his opponent crossed his arms and absorbed the shock of the blow with his block. As a crimson head of a massive wolf made out entirely out of ethereal energy manifested behind Yamcha and added some additional oomph to his blow, Jeice grit his teeth and took the attack and the shotgun-blast-like shock wave resulting afterward the head of the wolf burst on a shiny explosive blast.
"Not bad, but not good enough!" Jeice replied with bitterness and strain to his voice as he charged right toward Yamcha with an odd and flashy pose, delivering a breakdance kick in mid-air after closing the distance that Yamcha's Wolf Fang Fist flung him back near-instantly. Jeice smacked the King Kai's Fist right out of Yamcha with a backhanded slam and kicked the martial artist flying while Jeice vanished in pursuit and appeared behind where Yamcha rocketed toward.
With a crushing down-pointing dive kick, Jeice sent Yamcha crashing back down before rushing up to him and kicking his fallen opponent aside like a football. With his opponent just a soaring target for him to hit, Jeice winded up and bent his left knee as his body took a turn while Jeice put up an open palm before him and charged up a blazing-red energy sphere in the hand over his head.
"Crusher Ball!" Jeice yelled out while flinging the sphere racing toward Yamcha like a hi-speed pitch. As the ball collided with his opponent, it left only a red nova of devastating erupting force and left Yamcha falling down from the resulting explosion as a tattered and smoldering mess. Jeice tried picking up an energy reading off of his opponent, though he realized that he had busted his scouter in this bout and took it off, putting it in a pouch behind his back for repairs later.
Rising back on his feet felt like agony. Yamcha was almost fully certain that Planet Vegeta wasn't rotating nearly as fast as he felt it hurling beneath his feet, and no matter how long he waited for his vision to straighten out–that just wasn't in the stars. He'd have to wing it, seeing double and triple. That was why he learned to sense Ki, anyway. This was dire, for sure. While everybody aboard learned the King Kai Fist, they hadn't had the time to sharpen their skills with it still.
Yamcha could pull it off, but he hadn't had the experience of kicking it up enough notches to where it could have made a significant difference. Using King Kai's Fist just like that wouldn't put him even with Jeice, he'd need to double or triple it but he had never actually done so in training. There was no need to rip his body apart like that. He'd be winging it now for the first time, but there may not have been a better choice at the moment.
"King Kai's Fist X2!" Yamcha bent his arms up and yelled out, bursting forth with scarlet power once more, this time twice the violence flowing out of him as it ripped apart the surrounding trees and tossed them for a wild ride. If his enemy was wondering if Yamcha had survived before–now that matter had been made abundantly clear.
"Jackhammer Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha yelled out, leaning back on his right foot as he extended his left one out and burst out of the thickness of the forest, reducing a small mount that he had landed on to rocky debris as he threw himself toward Jeice. The red aura of King Kai's Fist formed the head of a massive wolf around him once again as Yamcha threw his arms out in a double cupped palm strike.
"Dream on!" Jeice yelled out, putting up his arm and expelling a rapid, red energy wave from it that collided with Yamcha's ace move before the martial artist could reach the intended target. With the two techniques colliding in mid-air, one neutralized the other and both of them detonated at once with each other's pushback absorbing that of the other.
"I think I've come to better understand that wild power-up you're using. It gives you amazing power, but it's not like a transformation, it only lasts for one heartbeat, doesn't it?" Jeice reported his findings back to the frustrated and bruised Yamcha. "If you're this hesitant to stay down for good, I'll leave you no other choice!"
"Damn it, King Kai's FistX2 won't do either?" Yamcha grit his teeth, realizing that he might have suffered a tad too grave of a beating in the battle to maintain a stable power level to Jeice's previous estimation. While based on Jeice's power level calculations before, a double power-up would have put Yamcha vaguely on the same level as the Ginyu Special Squadron ace, with the nasty beating he took so far, that might not have surmised now.
"Alright, get ready to be really sorry for saying no to our deal, runt!" Jeice struck a flashy pose in preparation to attack Yamcha with all of his force. The Red Magma prepared twin red energy balls in each hand, thrusting them like machine-guns as they expelled a handful of smaller Ki blasts with each thrust, with all of them rushing toward Yamcha.
Not feeling contempt with stopping here, Jeice burst with crystalline aura and began unleashing a homing fusillade of smaller, blue Ki blasts with a relentless barrage, leaving Yamcha no other choice but to cross himself up and shut himself off, try to hunker down and survive the infernal barrage of pain coming his way. Just when the searing, burning sensations all over his body seemed like they'd stop, Yamcha's smoldering and exposed hands fell by his sides.
It was a reckless submission to torment, however, as Jeice's cocky smirk flashed right in front of Yamcha's gasping visage as the Red Magma beat on his opponent with a ruthless flurry of punches aimed right at Yamcha's burnt up and busted open jaw. After Jeice's hands began growing as heavy as Yamcha's were after withstanding that Ki blast barrage, the Ginyu Special Squadron ace switched up to delivering power shots to Yamcha's body and then kicking his opponent, sliding back with a high spinning kick.
"Huh… I had hoped all of this beat down to do more damage…" Jeice noted, wiping the slobber off of his lip after witnessing in shock that Yamcha skid across the jungle floor of Planet Vegeta, carrying more than a few trees alongside him as he skid back but remained on his feet after all that.
"King Kai's Fist… X3!" Yamcha wheezed out. Though instead of exploding in the booming power of King Kai's Fist, the martial artist flame expelled and died out immediately. This wasn't because he had gone beyond what his body could handle, but because Yamcha had used the King Kai's Fist to turn his body into a fort and withstand an attack that would have surely done him in otherwise.
From a powerless haze of confusion, Yamcha's relaxed face switched to a goofy grin as he took a fighting pose once again, a wobbly one at that but one that accurately portrayed his pride in his abilities as a martial artist.
"You laughing at me, punk? What's so damn funny?" Jeice hissed, clenching his fist out and shaking it in front of him as a threat that he would hammer Yamcha with it if the Earthling didn't keep his trap shut and accept his defeat already.
"I did it… I surpassed Goku…" Yamcha muttered. "I've never seen Goku use King Kai's Fist like that, I'm the first to do something. It's a good one too, Goku borrowed none of my techniques but he'll have no other choice now."
"Shit, I've gone and done it, the bastard's absolutely delirious…" Jeice scratched his head, feeling iron chips and shredded meat stick to his gloves as he stroke his white hair. It wasn't like he wasn't stretching his legs properly with this nobody from absolutely nowhere either. Utterly ridiculous. "I'll just have to make sure to finish you off, loser."
Jeice struck a pose and then went through another handful of different transitional poses as he prepared his Crusher Ball again. This time, however, instead of merely producing one Crusher Ball, he produced an entire system of them rotating around the central, largest one. With Jeice turning around his axis and pointing with his free hand toward Yamcha, the smaller Crusher Balls all raced toward Yamcha in synchrony.
"Crusher Volcano!" Jeice chanted out as he finished his ultimate technique with pitching the largest Crusher Ball too right at the end. Yamcha turned and exposed his back to the balls, clutching his hands by his side, as if he was about to fall down and accept obliteration.
"Kamehameha!" he yelled out, turning to Jeice again with his arms cupped together as he expelled a weak energy wave from his hands, one that he had just channeled together from scraps of remaining energy and didn't even charge up properly as there was nowhere near enough time for that with the barrage of Crusher Balls all homing in on him.
"You're just absolutely mental, pal. If you didn't waste that energy, you might have still survived that. Now you'll get blown up for sure!" Jeice mocked Yamcha as a few of his Crusher Balls collided with Yamcha's energy wave and easily overpowered it.
"King Kai's Fist X5!" Yamcha yelled out, supercharging his Kamehameha after its release and expanding its size massively to where it gobbled up Jeice's Crusher Balls.
As Jeice's eyes whited out, overcome by the dominant flash of all-consuming, super-sized energy wave that gobbled up his Crusher Balls and popped them like grapes inside of it, the terrified Ginyu Special Squadron ace realized that he had no chance of escaping this massive, washing wave of energy and thus it washed over him, tearing through his protective armor and engulfing him entirely, leaving a grazing tunnel of devastation in its path as it beamed out into space and slowly died out in the blackness of the spacial void.
"I…Im…Impossible…" Jeice gasped for air as the first instinct after the massive Kamehameha wave that engulfed him had subsided. The Red Magma turned for his torn-up glove and witnessed his battered Ginyu Special Squadron armor, his torn-up bodysuit, and saw traces of blood pool slowly in falling droops from his wounds. Gasping and panting in pain, the extraterrestrial warrior fell on one knee, just inches away from collapsing.
"Still… Not enough, huh?" Yamcha followed not too soon after, falling on one knee as sweat and blood became one dripping from his face and the two worn-out fighters stared each other down on their knees, wondering with one would regain their strength to finish off their opponent first.
A shock wave hit Yamcha straight in the face, a blurry, azure wall of wind as the martial artist yelled out and fell on his back. Shaking and panting in a ridiculous demand of his body to rise back up on his feet, Yamcha witnessed the fully powered appearance of Burter who stepped in-between the two exhausted and bruised combatants.
"B-Burter…" Jeice smiled through a pain-ridden expression.
"I might not be the fastest in the universe, but the Red Magma needs his Blue Hurricane," Burter looked back at his injured comrade as the two smiled at one another and posed together. "This guy's giving you so much trouble, Jeice? Your timing and balance are way off. I thought his power level was just around 35 000?"
"Yeah, but he's capable of some strange, sudden bursts of power. It's no matter, now that you're here, we'll crush him in no time at all!" Jeice nodded with a weakened expression as his right eye swelled up to a pulp.
Yamcha clutched himself for a beat down that might have sent him to the Other World then and there. But as he opened his eyes, wondering why the doom that he had been preparing for hadn't come to meet him, he saw Burter and Jeice with their eyes wide open and brutal bumps all over their body as Chiaotzu stood in between the frozen and pummeled Ginyu Force members and cowering Yamcha with a peace gesture.
"N-No way… That speed… Almost instantaneous," Jeice gasped as he fell to his knees once more, clutching his abdomen and raising his buttocks up in the air as he ate dirt.
"That's… Guldo's technique, no doubt…" Burter hissed out, staggering back as he clutched his own sores as well.
"That's enough, Chiaotzu," Tenshinhan exclaimed as he landed nearby his lifetime pal. "You've already spent enough energy fighting that other officer. Stand back and let me handle these guys."
"Tenshinhan…" Yamcha muttered.
"What's the matter, deadbeat? These two goons giving you trouble?" Tenshinhan smirked, taunting his old rival. "The challenge of Frieza is still ahead, don't go hitting the pillows just yet."
"I wasn't tapping out, I was just closing my eyes in disgust of how atrocious their postures were." Yamcha bit back at his old rival, reinvigorated by the snobby way in which Tenshinhan constantly looked down at him. While back in the old days this might have been genuine, now the two honestly respected each other and only bickered this way in good fun. Just to keep each other sharp.
And thus the two rivals prepared to take on the combo of the Blue Hurricane and Red Magma together and prove just how sharp they still were.